3.41.5: Desire (🌶🌶🌶)

Note: This chapter is pure spice. You can skip it without losing much.

The workshop smelled of dust, oil and sulfur.

The moment the door closed shut and Jack turned around, Aprilia hiked up her skirt shamelessly and jumped into his arms.

His large hands came up to catch her, just as she knew they would.

Her lips crashed against his, capturing his lower lip. He responded instantly.

As she drank in his familiar taste, his hands began kneading her behind, stoking the fire already burning in her belly. Her hips began to roll against him. Her hard nipples rubbed uncomfortably against the fabric of her dress, but her attention remained fixed on him.

The ache in her heart hurt even more.

It hadn’t been even a month since he had returned from Nahnon.

And now he had to leave again.

It was too soon.

She would miss everything about him. His relentless passion for the people of Chadom and his work. The way he smelled of smoke, oil and whatever strange substance he had been handling that day. The way the two of them tangled together in bed almost every night, then did it again next morning.

In a few days, all of it would be gone.

No.

Aprilia wanted more of him. She wanted him to remain inside her forever, hard and at attention. Her skin burned red with shame at such thoughts, even as her hips ground into him, demanding more. But she couldn’t leave Chadom. She had duties.

No. She could have pawned them off on someone else. She didn’t want to leave. Couldn’t. She couldn’t stand the thought of returning to Nahnon. So she would keep a piece of Jack with her. Something he could leave behind.

Their child.

She kissed him more fiercely than ever, trying to imprint him into her memory; the taste of his mouth, the roughness of his unshaven cheek and the way his big, strong arms held her close.

Would it have been the same with Paul, a part of her wondered.

She pushed the thought aside.

That life was gone, along with so much else.

Jack ripped those thoughts away from her mind with a prospecting tongue.

She began eagerly sucking on it.

They pulled apart after some time, breathless and flushed.

“My insatiable whore,” he whispered. “How will you survive without me?”

“I won’t.” She caught his intense gaze. “That’s why I want you to leave a piece of yourself behind. Inside me.”

His eyebrows rose.

“I hope you mean a child and not something else. I can’t exactly duplicate it. Although…”

He got a faraway look.

“You can do that?” she said out loud.

His face fell. “Not exactly. If I had some of that rubber, I could have made something a lot more lifelike. I guess wood will have to do.”

“Do what?”

“Make you a little… no, a properly-sized massive companion for lonely nights.”

“What?”

“Never mind that for now.”

He carried her to one of the tables and with a sweep of his strong arm, pushed everything off it onto the ground. Tools and scraps clattered onto the floor.

Before she could say anything, he had placed her on it.

As he hurried to pull off his shirt, she got off the table and slipped off her own dress.

Then she lowered herself to the ground and undid his trousers. She pulled his britches down and his thick, long tool that she loved so much sprang out. Her hand rose up to caress it.

I’m going to miss this so much, she thought, as she kissed the veiny shaft softly.

She looked up at those intense blue eyes as her tongue licked his broad head.

He shivered in response.

She couldn’t help but smile. She traveled his length, coating it liberally in her spit, while her own juices began dripping down her thighs. Opening her mouth further, she engulfed the hot, rock-hard head, while her right hand went down to play with her nubbin. As he looked down at her with love, she inched forward, fighting her gag reflex, massaging his length.

“Do you want me to release it in that hole today?” he asked.

She shook her head, and released him with a pop.

He pulled her up and kissed her again, with such tenderness that it made her heart race even faster. Then he lifted her up, placed her on the table and took her left breast into his mouth, sucking on it, his tongue teasing her nipple.

She hoped they would soon grow bigger. Her right hand kept pumping his tool, while her left tangled in his thick, black hair.

His right hand slowly slid down her stomach, his gentle but firm touch making her skin tingle. Reaching between her legs, it began playing with her nubbin, sending jolts of pleasure through her core, making her writhe like a snake. As he clamped on her other nipple, the pressure that was building within her body finally released.

Her hips bucked against his hand, which kept playing her like an instrument. She remained glued to Jack while the waves of pleasure rolled off her.

His face broke in a self-satisfied grin, as he reached up to kiss her.

She eagerly received him.

After some time, he kissed her chin, her neck and began moving downwards.

When he kept going below her navel, her hands tightened around his broad shoulders.

“Not today. I need you inside me. Fill me up.”

He straightened and pulled her forward.

She waited with bated breath as he positioned himself at her eager entrance.

Then he pushed himself inside in one stroke.

Her whole body shivered.

A strangled cry left her as he kept going deep, lighting up her every nerve.

Her arms and legs wrapped around his broad frame as he lifted her up and began bouncing her on his tool.

“You sure you don’t want to come with me?” he asked, lips inches away from hers. “You would get to meet Reshma and Laira. Her Majesty would love to see me put a child inside you.”

“No,” she managed between breaths. “Someone needs to take care of Chadom for you. Now shut up and focus.”

Half an hour later, the workshop still echoed with loud slaps of flesh against flesh.

“Aah!” Aprilia screamed between ragged breaths as she almost slammed into the wooden wall. She struggled to keep herself upright, standing on her tiptoes, her nails digging into a beam, as Jack took her from behind. The wall shook with his every thrust, just like her insides.

He tangled her hair in his hand and pulled her head back roughly. Her spine eagerly arched in response. His other hand clutched onto her hip as he slammed forward, plunging himself inside her for the hundredth time.

Another loud scream left her.

She had heard people whispering about her with disgusting smirks, but she just couldn’t help herself.

His hand grabbed her tit roughly and pulled her against him.

She could feel the heat radiating from his body on her back, his tool pushing her insides apart with every powerful, long stroke. She screamed some more.

“Not so loud, you wench,” he growled next to her ear. “The berm doesn’t make this place soundproof.”

Then his teeth clamped on her neck.

“Aaah! Not there! I won’t be able to hide the marks!”

“Good. I’ll leave the proof of my ownership behind, so no other man can claim you.”

“You’re a foul-mouthed barbarian,” she gasped, “for someone who claims to be from a more civilized place.”

“This isn’t the time to discuss the difference between my world and yours,” he said, as his hips slammed into her with the force of a kicking horse.

She loved it.

By the end, she was little more than a quivering mess around his wonderful tool, as he used her body to satisfy himself. Her walls began to spasm in response to his quickening breaths and the familiar change in his rhythm, which always came before he let himself go.

“Fill me with your seed!” she whispered hoarsely. “Make me a mother!”

His hands came forward to grab her tits. He pulled her back into his hard body as his hips began to slam into her with an urgent rhythm. Then his tool began pulsing, filling her eager insides.

A wave of pleasure swept through her as her body began trembling around him for the third time, her walls massaging his length in rhythm with his powerful thrusts.

Please let this be the one, she prayed.

When it was over, he lifted her up easily as if she weighed nothing and sat down on a chair, gently placing her on his lap.

She just lay limp against him, her breathing ragged, sweat cooling on her skin.

He held her close, softly kissing her ears and neck. The bastard wasn’t even breathing hard.

They remained still as they were. Politics, inventions, Councils and every threat forgotten.

Outside, Chadom continued preparing for its future as a nation.

Inside, Aprilia prayed that the two of them would have a future as a family.